I don’t know about the rest of you, but I start going a little stir crazy at the beginning of March, when Mother Nature teases us with the fluctuations in weather. One day it’s perfect, where it’s warm enough to grill out and run around in shorts and sandals, and overnight I’m back to hoodies and turning on the fireplace. So even though the calendar may say it’s spring, it truly isn’t spring for me until I run into the first morels of the season. One of my Facebook friends, Joel, called them “the welcome mat to spring.” I can’t think of a better way to describe them.
Imagine my surprise when I spied these at Hills Market yesterday (sorry for the picture quality). And at $42.99/lb, they were priced quite well. They’re not from Ohio, but they’re fresh. And that’s enough to hold me over for the moment.
My favorite way to prepare morels is to just saute them in a stick of butter. Maybe a touch of salt and pepper. Just saute them until they crisp up and there is no better thing in the world. Drizzled over steak, it’s absolute heaven.
As is dining al fresco on the deck out back with my husband. We fired up the grill, opened up a bottle of wine, and grilled some delicious thick ribeyes, baked some potatoes and roasted some asparagus. I can’t think of any place I would have rather been tonight. A few more days like this and I might be downright giddy. Summer can’t come soon enough.